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If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, Without my stir. Ban. New honours come upon him Like our strange garments ; cleave not to their mould, But with the aid of use. Macb. Come what come may ; Time and the hour runs through the roughest...A Few Notes on Shakespeare - Page 119by Alexander Dyce - 1853 - 156 pagesFull view - About this book

...come upon him Like our strange garments ; cleave not to their mould, But with the aid of use. Macb. Come what come may; Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Ban. Worthy Macheth, we stay upon your leisure. Macb. Give me your favor ; — my dull brain was wrought...

...arrangement of the original ;— not a perfeet one, eertainly, but better than the modern text. MACR. Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. BAN. Worthy Maebeth, we stay upon your leisure. MACR. Give me your favour : — My dull brain was wrought...

...come2 upon him Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould, But with the aid of use. Macb. Come what come may ; Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. Macb. Give me your favour : — My dull brain was wrought3...

...Waste of time. The clock upbraids me with the waste of time. 4— iii. 1. 144. Time levels all things. Come what come may ; Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. 16— i. 3. 145. Time, the future. There are many events in the womb of time, which will be delivered....

...honours come upon him Like our strange garments; cleave not to their mould But with the aid of use. Macb. Come what come may ; Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. Macb. Give me your favour: my dull brain was wrought...

...by conjecture. Like our strange garments; cleave not to Iheir mould, But with the aid of use. Macb. Come what come may ; Time and the hour' runs through the roughest day. UK a Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon jour leisure. Macb. Give me your favour :2 — my dull brain was...